Lucien felt almost drawn in by Geralt's gaze, this time finding it a little harder to look away, even if he wanted to. Perhaps he.. really did have too much to drink. At his following words he had immediately become apologetic. 

[color=burlywood]"Ah.. I'm sorry.. That was certainly not my intention.. I was just worried.."[/color] He muttered, for a moment worried that he had offended him, but it seemed that was not the case. It was hard for him to discern whether he was being truthful or not, but it was mostly because he really couldn't pinpoint the man's age. He of all people was well aware that looks could be deceiving in that manner, considering his own circumstances. 

He was about to tell him not to be ridiculous, after all Geralt didn't really look to be that old. In circumstances like these.. he actually appeared to be fairly young. It was.. certainly odd. 

His thoughts were broken as he felt Geralt's warm hand on top of his own. It startled him a little, but not visibly, as he hadn't really been expecting it. The warmth was.. welcoming, in a way, in the cold night, almost appreciated in the solitude that haunted him, especially on nights like these.. but it was his following words that broke him out of that, which caused him to slowly pull his hand away, and set it back on top of his sketchbook. This time he did avert his gaze, feeling a little guilty that he had allowed things to get this far. How unlike him. 

[color=burlywood]"Ah.. it seem's I've had too much to drink.. I did end up going through a quarter of my bottle before you got here.."[/color] He said, attempting to maintain a light tone, but his eyes appeared apologetic. It had been a long time since he had gotten caught up in old habits.